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Who: Miria and whoever. [Open-ish]
Where: VARIOUS
When: Over the course of the sex pollen event, duh.
What: A robot learns how to love. ~~via dickings.~~
Warnings: Smut, awkwardness. Possibly awkward smut.

[Medibay]
The newest, Miria would guess, changes to Cybertron had been interesting, but she didn't consider any of them dangerous. Not even the weird fox-like creatures, or the new flora. Then again she very rarely considered a lot of things here dangerous, so there is that.

But after a while she started to not feel... Right. And while her systems were not giving her any kind of errors or signs she was in need of seeing a medic? The Earth-made robot was heading right to the medical facility to see if one of the medics could fix this.

That and her leg, from her fight with Sentinel that happened a while ago. Why yes, she didn't get that fixed. Shut up.

[Anywhere Else - State when and where please.]
After what happened before? Miria is just going to wander and try to just keep to herself or maybe seek out the few friends she does have here. Either way, she's easy to run into.

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[He doesn't stop, his fingers going over every curve and bend of her body as she lies on top of him, just getting a feel of her. She was so delicate, so small.

And yet, the thoughts crossing his mind...

The way his body feels--what it WANTS to do.

He couldn't, could he? How could he even ask her? His fingers slip to her legs, brushing against the insides of them, wondering if she had the same sensitive areas that Cybertronians had.

And see if she'd push him away.]

All she does is nod, as she's biting her lower lip. Just a bit worried that if she opens her mouth to speak well...

The only sound she'll make is gasps and moans of pleasure. So, Grimlock is just getting a nod in reply.

[Anytime his fingers say, brushed against a part of her armour that is also a part of her jet mode? It twitches slightly under his touch, even as her own frame feels like every single touch is sending the greatest feeling ever throughout her.

Now if Trailcutter had also made his thoughts known, Miria would be able to answer him. Since she has been with a few other Cybertronians, in the Biblical sense, before now.

But he's not, and another shiver runs through her frame at his fingers brushing against the insides of her legs. And a small cry of pleasure does escape her but...

There is no pushing him away.]

[That sound. Why did it sound so...lovely? It's hard to distinguish it as something he wants to hear more, but the way his hands stroke there, cupping one of her thighs with his palm while the other wraps around her waist...

How does he say this...]

M..Miria?

Is this alright?

[Does she even know what he's asking? He's not asking for the kiss, after all.

But permission.]

[Well, before she can answer him she makes that sound once more as she has her own hands gripping at his chest plate. And of course she knows what he's asking, and her answer shouldn't be too surprising either.]

Yes, it... It's alright, Trailcutter.

[The words escape her with another pleasured moan, she's this far gone and really all that's been done is kissing and touching.]

He's gonna take that as a right. Grimlock pulls more of himself out there, enjoying every inch he can get in his robot partner.

He pants and groans as he brings himself back into that same point, getting into a good rhythm to make sure Miria enjoys it as much as he does.

Oh no, he started to move. Miria can't stop herself from moaning even louder now as she reaches out to just. Grab at whatever part of Grimlock she can get a hold of.

As really that is the most of what she can do, aside from the loud pleasures noises she's making.

[It doesn't take long to translate. Her tone, even without the pollen affecting him, says enough. His weight shifts, though, scooting himself up as he takes a soft intake of air. It's not needed, obviously, but he's trying to calm his ventilation.

Because she just said yes.

Fingers dip between her legs again to spread them, eyes flickering behind that visor and keep composure. His plating heats up, sliding her down to his abdomen before stopping her. The plating in his hips starting to slide.]

[Oh, oh. She's quite willingly going with everything he's doing, gasping as he spreads her legs and she's slid down his body.

Not caring that they're in the medibay, where someone could walk in on them right this moment, or quite remembering that her own armouring doesn't come off in the same... way as a Cybertronian's does.

Well she does remember that. Through her arousal addled systems.]

T... Trailcutter, I h-have to...

[Just going to have to move one of her hands from gripping at his chestplate down to her own hips, so she can make her crotch armour disengage and be much easier to remove. Especially for what's coming next.]

Woah there getting handsy are you? Ok just hold on tight. Grim likes the extra friction as he moves inside her a little more, toeing the line between wrong and just right.

His own noises are just sort of low grunts as he sits and bobs his own spike into the eager bot.

Not like she can do much more with her hands, since he is quite a bit bigger than her. And ooooh the sounds he's making and the fact that she was keyed up before hand?

She is not going to last much longer. And he pleasured cries are hopefully letting Grimlock know this.

He's glad he can do that for her. He's also glad she had a little preparation before because if he tried to do that based all on dick power alone he wouldn't have lasted at all.

He grunts as if to agree with her little pleased noises. Hell yeah, she's doing hella good.

Doing good, and doing her good. Hopefully Grimlock is ready for her climaxing once more, as the only warning he's getting is her tightening her grip on him.

And with more than just her hands, her crying out his name and her managing to get more wet.

[If anyone walks in, they should be well prepared to see it, in his opinion. The whole world was affected, right?

It's hard to wait, with his systems so riled up, but he makes the best of it as he watches her remove that pelvic armour. It's enough time to let his own hatch release for his spike to come out.

And unsurprisingly, it's all ready to go. This would be so embarrassing to admit to at any time other than this...but Miria was willing, he was worked up, and it was just them.]

Grimlock freezes, trying so hard not to jerk up into her. Her orgasmic on him feels vastly different that just against him.

So different that he shudders as his own body overloads, his spike finally reaching a crescendo of electric climax. Ultimately Grimlock collapses to the ground, groaning.

[Unless it's Ratchet, he'd just hose them down.

Hopefully the wait is worth it, as once she's removed that armour it is very, very obvious that she's ready. Like, one would have to be blind to not see how well... Wet she is.

And don't mind that pleased little gasp she makes when it's obvious that Trailcutter is just as ready.]

This, I...

[Oh she wants to say something but can't find the words, so just awkward muttering instead of you know.

Moving this to the next step.]

Good thing he didn't do that, since she wasn't able to take his length in completely. That would just make this happy ending into a bad ending.

Miria also can't help making her own loud moans at feeling Grimlock's overload and even with him collapsing to the ground, she is also completely worn out. And not actually making much of a move to get off of his spike.

[True. Just...pray Ratchet's doing his own thing. Or someone. That could always help relieve the awkward. You can't blame them if you're doing the same thing, doc.

Eyes widen, finally sinking in just how this is happening, and just how ready Miria was. Had she...been this the whole time? He honestly didn't know what she saw in him, he wasn't anything special by his own standards. But then again, he wasn't the one where the verdict actually mattered.

He's about to stutter something out himself, but that would be overall redundant. Sometimes it's best to speak with actions, as his hands, now warm from his forcefield generators, scoop her up and place her gently on the spike.

Hoping this doesn't break her as he slowly tries to push himself in.]

[Don't worry, Trailcutter, she may be minibot sized but well... She has done this with a Cybertronian who is much bigger, so breaking is very unlikely.

And she looks like she wants to say more, but then he's moving her with his hands. Which are so warm and in a completely different way then the heat that the pollen has been causing, that she is completely focused on that even as she feels his spike pressing into her.

So the only sound she makes is a pleased moan, instead of anymore words, a loud one.]

[The moment he feels himself push inside her, it's enough to get his fans working as well. It's so much different than what he's ever been used to. Not to say that Trailcutter had done this very often--in fact, just the opposite. But that didn't mean this wasn't immensely different. The tightness is almost unbearable as he grips her, palms pressed into her as he tries to move her up and down.

It's staggered, as is his 'breathing' as he gets a rhythm going.

For as...sudden as this was, he can feel his head become a bit clearer. His 'sickness'? He'd certainly just found the cure.]

"No you don't have-- Well, I guess we're going to anyway," First Aid starts, but then gives up half sentence as Miria helpfully removes the piece of armor.

That did answer quite a few questions though. While visually different, Miria's anatomy was similar enough that he didn't need to ask much about it. While she had no visible spike, the familiar enough sight of the rest of it makes heat lance through First Aid's systems and his vocalizer spits out some rather unprofessional sounding static.

"You're in the middle of the medibay and..."

He rubs a hand over his face.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?"

Miria has no shame, and doesn't see an issue with the whole 'getting naked in front of First Aid' thing. So she is most certainly giving the medic an odd look because of his reaction.

And the question.

"Is here not private enough for this?"

So, so clueless.

[Hey, he's probably done this more than Miria has. Well, before this whole situation that is. But that's something else to think about, and not important as she feels Trailcutter start to move her.

Oh no, no no. She is very much aware that he shouldn't have to do everything, so she'll try her best to bring her hands to rest on his abdomen so she can help with the movements. Trying to match his rhythm as best as she can.

And it's a very mutual cure as well. Not that she's in a state to mention that.]

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